Abnormality In Type-Moon: Madness Of Animeverse

"Roy, I brought you a music box! These are so hard to find now—I really went through a lot to get it!"

One day, Jeanne came in holding a music box.

"Roy, I brought you a book. Shall I read to you?"

Another day, she came with a book.

"Roy, this is a special Rubik's cube for the visually impaired. It has raised patterns on each side. I'll teach you how to solve it!"

On yet another day, she arrived with a Rubik's cube.

Jeanne was always coming up with new ways to cheer him up, finding little things to ease the monotony of his confined life and soothe his simmering anger.

Most days, Roy would welcome her visits.

Compared to the magi or the other emotionless artificial humans, Roy preferred Jeanne's lively spirit. Her presence had warmth.

Sometimes, though, Roy would lose his temper and unleash his frustration by wreaking havoc in the room. Jeanne never scolded him, nor did she demand anything in return. She would quietly wait until he calmed down before entering to clean up the mess in silence.

She was infinitely patient, accepting him without judgment or complaint.

Her kindness was so boundless that it often made Roy question if she was even human.

"Don't you hold any hatred for those magi?"

One day, Roy suddenly asked Jeanne out of the blue.

Her usual cheer vanished, replaced by silence.

Ever since she had vowed to prove herself to him, Jeanne had subjected herself to the same horrific experiments that he was forced to endure, refusing even her own designated room just so she could continue to be with him each day—feeding him, reading to him, playing music, even assisting with daily tasks.

Despite this, Jeanne had never shown a trace of bitterness. She finally answered him, taking her time to search for the right words.

"No, I don't hate them."

Her response seemed almost to surprise herself.

"I guess normal people wouldn't feel this way, but I can't be sure. I'm not other people. Perhaps I'm just... different. Maybe there are people like me who can't bring themselves to hate."

"Roy, you have every right to feel hatred. Your anger is justified. If you seek revenge, that, too, would be understandable."

"But I hope you remember this—you are capable of more than just hatred. You can experience love as well. Repaying evil with evil may be natural, but don't forget to repay kindness with kindness too."

"Everyone has the right to struggle through life in their own way. You suffer, yes, but so do others. There are people as miserable as you, perhaps even worse off. I hope, when the time comes, that you'll consider that… that you won't take it out on this world, or on others."

"Hmph."

Roy scoffed.

Though her words made sense, he didn't want to hear any of it.

If someone wanted him to follow her advice, they could start by getting him out of this living hell first!

Since Jeanne's arrival, Roy finally had a sense of time again.

With her keeping track of the hours for him, his emotions gradually stabilized.

With Jeanne by his side, time moved on, and the magi's experiments continued to progress.

Then one day, Roy was selected as the sole candidate for a critical procedure. He didn't understand why, nor did he care—he couldn't refuse, after all.

Once again, he was wheeled into the laboratory.

They removed the bandages around his eyes and embedded a new pair of eyes into his empty sockets. Though he couldn't see with them yet, the magi rewrapped his eyes before sending him back to his room.

The following day, Jeanne returned.

"You're here. Let's continue from Chapter Eighteen today."

"…Alright."

Jeanne pulled up a chair next to his bed.

"What's wrong?"

Roy, his eyes covered, turned toward her voice. Losing his sight had heightened his sensitivity, and he could detect a hint of something off in her tone.

"It's nothing."

Jeanne took a deep breath, as if trying to steady herself.

"I heard the experiments are nearing their end and that they were a huge success. The magi are very pleased… Did they tell you when your vision might return?"

"They said around twenty days. Apparently, these eyes are… special."

"I see…"

Jeanne murmured softly, before lifting the book in her hands.

"Let's read four chapters today, all at once!"

"Whatever you want."

Days passed by.

Jeanne came each day, reading four chapters at a time.

But Roy's thoughts were no longer on the story.

He could feel his eyes healing. Soon, he'd be able to see again. He despised the magi, wished death upon them all, but regaining his vision was something to celebrate.

On the fifteenth day, Jeanne read the final chapters of the book aloud.

"Your vision should be coming back soon."

"Yeah, it won't be long now!" There was a lightness in his voice.

"Congratulations."

Jeanne offered her congratulations softly. She paused.

"And… I'm sorry."

She stood up, reached over, and pulled him into an embrace.

"Really… I'm so sorry."

Forgive me… I have to break our promise.

"What's wrong with you?"

Roy was perplexed.

Her embrace was warm.

But strangely, he felt something wet trickling down from above. Was she… crying?

"It's nothing, Roy. Remember, above all else, never stop thinking. Don't ever stop trying to find your answers… I have to go."

"See you tomorrow."

"…"

Jeanne didn't respond.

She raised her hand, and a soft, holy light emanated from her fingers, settling into Roy's body.

The door closed behind her, and he could hear her footsteps fading away.

Roy noticed something different about Jeanne that day, but his thoughts were already consumed by the anticipation of soon seeing the sun again. He paid it no mind.

Looking back later, he would often wonder why he hadn't pressed her for answers then.

On the sixteenth day, morning arrived, and the door opened.

"I am your new caretaker, sent by Lord Chiyomon. My name is Shara."

A cold, emotionless voice filled the room.

An artificial human.

Roy knew her identity immediately.

He scowled.

"I didn't ask for a new caretaker. Where's Jeanne?"

"She is dead."

The cold statement hit him like a hammer, leaving his mind reeling.

Dead?

How? How could she be dead? She'd been so healthy. With his case nearing completion, the experiments had almost stopped entirely. There was no reason… no reason for her to die.

He lay in bed for days, motionless, mind numb and void of thought.

On the twentieth day, Chiyomon arrived.

With great care, as if handling a sacred relic, the elderly magus began unwrapping the bandages from his eyes.

"Success! Finally, success!"

Automatically, Roy lifted his hand to shield his face from the glaring light.

Before him, the armored elder was wiping away tears of joy.

Roy looked on coldly at the scene unfolding before him.

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